Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

The New Math



Things are

simple

Now--

Where I lay my keys

Is where my keys will be.

simple

See?


And yet,

I can't hold a hand that isn't there--

No one says,

I love you, sweetheart

And if I'm happy

Or

Not happy,

Well...

Who would care?


No matter--

What is, is

And what's done is done.

simple

In a world where everything comes

In increments

Of one.

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3 comments:

  1. hauntingly simple... with your trademark shay style stamped all over this poem... it lingers in my mind...

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  2. Thanks, Kelly. YTP says "you rock!"

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  3. No matter what choices we make, there are positives and negatives. You heal one problem, you create another. The terror of deciding.

    Love this (as long as it works for all other objects as well):
    "Where I lay my keys
    Is where my keys will be."

    Great ending:
    "In a world where everything comes
    In increments
    Of one"

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